As the crowd cheers and enjoys it's free round of drinks from the now famous Savage, a short man walks in wearing a Houston hat and greenish camouflage clothes. The smell of Cardamine surrounds the newcomer as he walks up to the bar.
"Howdy there bartender. Can you rustle me up a bottle of whiskey. None of that weak liberty beer ya hear."
The short man pays for his drink, sits at a bar stool, and quietly stars at a hologram in his hand of a bizarre looking junker ship. A few minutes ticks away as the junker sips at his whiskey. Final after his fifth glass he mumbles
"Darn you varmit! I'll get you some day Quin."
*Thud* The junker falls to the floor.. out cold..
A dog tag hangs out from his ugly shirt: Bobby Lonewolf Harris.
